So yesterday the Obamas walked across the street to St. John's Episcopal, where they've attended worship a time or two before, I guess, as they have at other churches in the D. C. area. There are actual pictures. He was there.
Polls show that millions of true believers think him a Muslim, not a Christian. His walking through the door at St. John's, I suppose they'll say, doesn't make him or anybody else a man of God. Wolves frequently bedeck themselves in sheep's clothing, so saith holy writ. Don't be fooled--it was a photo op. They didn't take the limo because they wanted the picture in the lamestream media. The guy has two Sarah Palins to worry about now--three if you count Bachman--this new one, from Delaware, just as much a darling of the faithful. He'd better go to church.
Maybe that's how that goes.
They're not wrong, of course--just because someone darkens a church door doesn't mean his or her heart is really singing praises to Jesus. Shoot, the Bible says not even all of those who are singing praises to Jesus get through. Who can know, really?
I for one don't know how to answer that question, but neither do I have much faith in those who think they do.
Anyway, on this foggy Monday morning, I'm thankful the Obamas took a walk across the street yesterday and went to worship at St. John's. And I'm glad there's a picture, too. I'm thinking maybe it did him some good all the way around, inside out and outside in.
Certainly couldn't hurt.